[Richard shoots Dorian a dirty look, but given he is probably dying, he'll have to beat it. So he sits down and then, horror or horrors, coughs.]
Well, at first I thought it was Tad Cooper that was sick. So I was going to bring him here, but I ran into Merlin and he tried to steal Tad Cooper and we had this really long and complicated chase... [At this point, it may be obvious that Richard's hair isn't the normal effortless salt and pepper look that makes him so lovable. It's a bit frazzled and there's a bird feather in his beard. On the edges of his beard is maybe... flour? And his boots have left a watery trail behind that hopefully no one trips on.
He did bring Tad Cooper though. He's in his box on the floor, casually munching away on a sausage half his size.]
Anyway, as it turned out, Tad didn't have a plague. He'd merely got into the candy bowl we made out of Vorin's dead plant pots and spat it back up. [Which... hopefully this hasn't been a long running thing. It was hard to walk by that candy bowl and not sample!] So, bully on him. No problem, right?
No. Because just as I was finished berating Merlin and watching his slouch away ignobly as he does, I realized I had a sniffle. Not unusual, in the broader sense. But my muscles were sore, I had broken out into a cold sweat, and I just don't feel like myself at all.
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Well, at first I thought it was Tad Cooper that was sick. So I was going to bring him here, but I ran into Merlin and he tried to steal Tad Cooper and we had this really long and complicated chase... [At this point, it may be obvious that Richard's hair isn't the normal effortless salt and pepper look that makes him so lovable. It's a bit frazzled and there's a bird feather in his beard. On the edges of his beard is maybe... flour? And his boots have left a watery trail behind that hopefully no one trips on.
He did bring Tad Cooper though. He's in his box on the floor, casually munching away on a sausage half his size.]
Anyway, as it turned out, Tad didn't have a plague. He'd merely got into the candy bowl we made out of Vorin's dead plant pots and spat it back up. [Which... hopefully this hasn't been a long running thing. It was hard to walk by that candy bowl and not sample!] So, bully on him. No problem, right?
No. Because just as I was finished berating Merlin and watching his slouch away ignobly as he does, I realized I had a sniffle. Not unusual, in the broader sense. But my muscles were sore, I had broken out into a cold sweat, and I just don't feel like myself at all.